early cool breeze by the frame she sits
quiet eloquence green windows into mystic grooves
in the presence of the Queen bow i must to pick her up
for morning supper tired she is up all night
catching gnats and only witness to falling stars
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Amazing writing.
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Thank you Lucy. An offering for my kitty cat 🐱 xo
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Lovely Poem 😻
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Thank you friend xo
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Love the “quiet eloquence green windows into mystic grooves” line. I’ve enjoyed your cat poems. They’re good muses for you.
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Thank you friend yes they are 🙂
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Haha your cat. 😜
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I know shes spoiled 🐱
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Cute.
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